Let Us Make Love

The world is coming to an end
So let’s make love while we can
Cause global warming is turning our soil to a frying pan
You and I are burning beyond the normal tan
So take my hand
and let’s make love hand in hand

As the climate is fooling us
We exchange glances on the bus
And, cursing the storm that bullies us
We lock eyes and seal the lust

Ice melting from the South
Water surging from the North
So quickly cup your hands around my mouth
and feel the rushing fire on your crotch

. . . thinning ozone
We gasp for air in our love zone . . .

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